Ever watched shadows dance in a place you thought was empty? I was wandering through an old warehouse, dusty corners whispering secrets I didn't care to hear, when out popped these silhouettes. They weren't cast by any lamp I could see. Just... floating figures, revisiting some forgotten rendezvous. It made me think. Think how easily paths wind and twist yet leave no footprints.
Anyway, here's where it gets interesting. I stumbled upon a scrap of paper clinging stubbornly to a rusty pipeline. Just a few words, a breadcrumb trail: Revolve, Untwist, Return. Sounded like the lyrics to an unfinished song. Or maybe a mantra. Who knows? But life has its ways of coaxing mysterious movements in our journey, don't you think?
Find yourself on a similar road, through detours of unexpected origin? So why not click through these imaginary market stalls?